The first book I ever read was ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de- Saint Exupery and for the first time in my life I felt I was the one being read. It ticked every box and condemned me for life to the sweet sentence of reading. Travelling through its few pages at lightning speed but savouring every word, every symbol, every character, I learned at once that excitement can come in different shapes and forms, but most importantly, you can carry it inside your pocket.
I have since experimented with other means of tickling my curiosity. I started writing short stories now lost in time and space like the three Kriptonian villains sentenced to exile in the Phantom zone in Superman I.
These stories, or the remaining fragments of them that my memory refuses to forget, keep showing up like long lost relatives and whisper in my ear, encouraging me to bring them to life by any means necessary.
I can see them hiding behind blocks of vivid colours in my paintings; clumsy attempts at recreating what I see behind my closed eyes; these lost characters populate the unlikely landscapes that only exist in my mind but once shown naked and unassuming on a canvas, hopefully manage to whisper to your ear the secrets they swore they would keep.
These are my paintings; I hope they make you feel at home. Feel free to close your eyes and move things around; to make them yours.
Please make yourself at home and thanks for popping in.
